At The Estate

Gentian knew it was done. So, with his lungs begging for air, and his tired limbs hanging on to the branches, he hauled himself onto a seat and looked up at Angel. "You only won because you're smaller!" he called up, smiling at his own stupidity. She was far faster than he could ever be.

"I'm better than jackie chan and chuck noris put togather, and hotter to," Angel luaghed.

Gentian laughed at her. He clung to the branch as he took a deep breath in, relieving his dying lungs. "Yes, yes. Of course you are." he felt his skin turn hot as he realized what he said. "I meant about the Chuck Norris and Jackie Chan comment." he looked awkwardly at a branch ahead of him, not sure if it was safe to look at her with a red face.

Angel bursted out luaghing. "I said i was stronger and hotter than them smartie so um thank you for the compliment,"

The young man still couldn't look up. "Anytime." he muttered, beginning his descent. "It is five of five, I believe it is time for supper." he called up, the fresh air hitting his fiery face as he jumped from limb to limb cooled the feeling of flames on his cheeks.

"Right," She remembered her deer. "I need to get that thing stuffed, wheres a truck?"

Gentian hit the floor. Looking up, he solved her problem. "It's already been done. I had my men alerted before hand and they've already butchered the meat and sent the game off to a taxidermis." he said simply.
He crossed his arms across his chest. "We should be having venison tonight." he told her, expecting a happy reply. From what he knew, she loved venison with a passion.

"Right, delisous." Angel said jumping down.

Gentian shrugged and held out his arm in a formal way, just as he did everything else. But then, he decided against it and just walked, briskly, toward his mansion, not more than 500 yards away. "Wine or champagne?" he asked, looking over to her.

"Wine, red wind," She smiled.

ooc:break from them?

ooc: sounds cool.

Gentian nodded and went into the mansion, cherishing his rich culture of Irish items.